And to think that you know me, you don't even know me You just know my homies, you just know the old me Ridin' in the big wheel, looking for the big kill Look at what the pigs do Heard you down, but you hangin' with the pigs still Stop talking down on the bros, you don't want no smoke You finna go missin' from your home It's another day I'm missin' the brodies R.I.P. to J.D., that's the homie Tell 'em, "Free Val," niggas phony And shoutout to my niggas on the East Side If you down to ride, throw your motherfuckin' peace signs And shoutout to my niggas on the West coast Yeah, y'all gettin' money, but y'all know who do it best though And I'm breathing in the gas like asbestos Adderall, 20mg, that's the best dose G19, G26, G30, hella Gs, and it's hella sticks Hella cash, hella bands, and it's hella bricks I can go on all day, I got hella shit You a loser, you a lame, you should call it quits And your mans, he got no pull, yeah, you broke as shit Jeans hangin' off my ass, 'cause I say so On my way to shorty crib, what's the gate code? Sippin' sake, it burn like it's Drano Don't want ice, I don't need it just to stay cold In the house doin' nothing, finna stay broke But you know I gotta watch out for the snakes though Niggas stuck up in they ways like the Tate bros